Have you gotten to that point
That you can’t see the end?
When that one little razor
Has become your closest friend
And the comforting sting
Of that sharp piece of metal
Is as beautiful and warm
As a single rose petal

The little red lines
Scarring your wrists and thighs
Helping you cope
Like an addict’s highs
And all the nights you laid awake
Never sleeping only crying
You wake up tired but can’t tell
Because inside you’re slowly dying

And as you watch the red flow down your wrist
You grab the pills from your stash
And prepare for the pain
A short fire before burning to ash
But you don’t have the strength
Not tonight
You sigh and replace them
You won the fight

And you look up at the sky full of stars
And forget about your battle scars